The subway was, as usual for 5:30 on a weekday, packed. Everyone had to be at home, now, and it didn’t matter if there wasn’t any room in this car or not. And everyone felt they were entitled to more space than was really available.
That was the attitude he could see in the woman that was squeezing into the car now. She was wearing a black business suit, with small square glasses that seemed to hide piercing brown eyes. The suit and the glasses seemed to give an air of confidence—cockiness, perhaps---that demanded a spot right next to him.
Without a word she moved in between him and the wall of the car, and budged her arm up to grab hold of the railing. At first he was a little upset she plowed her way in to such a small spot; and when she gave that smug condescending look over her shoulder at him, it just intensified his anger.
But when the train jerked forward his anger quickly moved into embarrassment, for the movement of the train sent her backside into his crotch. He turned bright red and she looked back quickly and forcefully in annoyance. He muttered a “sorry,” and soon any frustration he felt was of a different kind.
Soon the smells of a packed subway were replaced with her brown, curly hair, and soon the hand that was holding his briefcase wanted to hold something else. Something that felt soft, but somehow firm against his crotch….something that seemed to stretch the fabric of the back of her skirt just right….the same something that just bumped into him again.
Yet this time, she didn’t turn around.
He was about to apologize again when the train jerked violently, and this time, he felt something different—this time, her ass seemed to push its way against his crotch deliberately.
He could feel his cock getting hard underneath his slacks, and for a moment he feared someone would see his hard-on. Just as quickly he laughed at the fear, since the number of people pushed in here would prevent anyone from seeing anything.